Wendell Hall land of my sunset dreams recorded february 1924

The golden sun is sinking,
And the world is all a-glow,
That's when you find me thinking,
Of days of long ago;
Oh take me back to the land of sunset dreams,
Under bright shining skies,
In the light of your eyes,
The rosy hue on the golden tinted blue,
Brings back all the sunshine of you,
There's two lips worth while,
And a sweet tender smile,
Up there in the magic sunbeams,
Let me gaze on those olden, golden days
In the land of my sunset dreams.

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